| Run around like I’m hot shit in the mosh pit
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| Met a goth bitch, now she’s fucking sucking on my rocket
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| Everyone’s the same, all you lames better stop it
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| Flyer than a plane and my brain is the cockpit
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| Heart too full, bitch, it’s nothing like my pockets
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| Trapped inside a heart-shaped box and I’ma lock it
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| Prove ‘em wrong, who the fuck they gonna doubt now?
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| About to take off, where’s my motherfucking countdown?
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| I’ll be getting what I wanted, been rewarded
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| I’ma stay in my own lane until the day I’m in a coffin
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| After that I’ll stick around, the underground becoming haunted
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| I’ve been loving what I got and if I got it I’ma flaunt it
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| Dumb shit you’ve been buying with your cash flow
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| You’d be better off fucking wiping up your asshole
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| Going dummy with your money, ain’t shit funny
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| There are people in the world, they’re fucking dying, going hungry
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| You could spare a couple dollars till their tummies looking chubby
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| I’ll be giving fucking lectures like professors acting nutty
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| Run around like I’m hot shit in the mosh pit
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| Met a goth bitch, now she’s fucking sucking on my rocket
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| Everyone’s the same, all you lames better stop it
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| Flyer than a plane and my brain is the cockpit
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| Heart too full, bitch, it’s nothing like my pockets
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| Trapped inside a heart-shaped box and I’ma lock it
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| I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, come alive in the sky like a rocket
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| I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, I’ll be flying to Orion like a rocket
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| I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, come alive in the sky, I’m a rocket |